Blue Sky 4am
by rebecca ~ June 30th, 2006. Filed under: Ordinary Muse.
I am here at work early, earlier than most folks, and when the sun rose at 3:30am, I did, too.
I am wondering if I have entered that stage I’ve heard the elderly often do, of waking early without the need of alarm clocks. Normally, I am not so eager to rise up in the morning, but these days I have no choice: my brain is up and active without any prompting.
I like waking up early, though, because the rare gifts of silence and peace settle over the world. I step out on the veranda and in the field the grass sparkles with dew and the clouds drift across the bright blue sky calmly, as if nothing bad ever happens. The neighbor’s rooster says it’s true.
Even if this quietness is not always at my side throughout the day, at least now – when most people are fast asleep, dreaming their fragmented and shuffled pieces of past, present, and future – I have that overwhleming sense that all is well and all will be well, too.